17/03/2025
The morning sun peeked through the curtains of Harryâs small but functional apartment in Nakuru. As usual, his day began with a cup of black teaâno sugar, no distractions. Just the rich aroma and the quiet hum of the city waking up outside.
His camera bag was already packed from the night before. A Canon 5D Mark II, a trusty 50mm lens, and the lights he carefully arranged in his limited studio space. The small room doubled as his creative sanctuary, where magic happened with every click of the shutter.
Today, he had a studio session lined up in his home setup, followed by an evening event shoot at a high-end hotel. He glanced at his schedule, knowing he had to balance precision with speed. The challenge? Making every shot count while keeping his clients happy.
At the studio, he adjusted the backdropâV-shaped, tucked in the corner to save space. The lights needed to be just right. He experimented with diffusing the harshness using a white cotton fabric. The model arrived, nervous but excited. "Relax," he reassured her. "Just be yourself." A few test shots, slight adjustments, and thenâthe perfect frame. Click.
Later, at the event, the mood was different. The laughter, the clinking of glasses, the dim, warm lightingâcapturing the atmosphere required skill and instinct. He moved seamlessly through the crowd, unnoticed but present, his lens telling stories in silence.
As midnight neared, he sat in his studio, backing up the dayâs work. The files piled up, his storage struggling to keep up, but each image was a testament to his passion. Photography wasnât just workâit was his way of seeing the world, one frame at a time.
Before calling it a night, he checked his Instagram pagesâ sessions, Alpha Event Photos for the grander moments. A few uploads, some engagement, and then finally, sleep.
Tomorrow, another story awaited. Another event. Another face. Another mom
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